The Private Casino Where They Bet on Her

The idea came up in bed, on a Thursday night, with the room still warm from what they had just done. Marcos had her wrapped in his arms from behind, his nose buried in her neck and his cock still damp pressed against Valeria’s bare ass, when he let the question slip almost without meaning to:

—What do you want for your birthday?

Valeria didn’t answer right away. She took his hand and placed it on her own stomach, lower, until his fingers brushed the pubic hair still sticky with semen.

—Something unforgettable. No family dinners, no cake. Something ours… and a few other people’s.

Marcos went tense in the good way. He knew where that was heading. His cock moved against her again.

—How few?

—The ones who already know us. The ones who know how we are. —Valeria turned her head and looked at him sidelong, her mouth still shining from having sucked him off half an hour earlier—. I want a casino night, everyone dressed up, with real stakes. And the grand prize… is me. I want several men fucking me, Marcos. In front of you. I want them to spread my legs and fill my mouth and pussy until I can’t take any more.

Marcos took a second to answer. Then he kissed the nape of her neck, slipped two fingers between her legs, and checked that she was soaked again.

—It’ll be done.

***

The group came together in two days. Diego, the director of the department where Valeria worked, offered up his country place on the outskirts without anyone having to ask twice. It had a heated pool, a gated garden, and a room large enough to set up a blackjack table and a small roulette wheel. Total discretion guaranteed.

The guests: Diego alone, Nicolás the teacher, Santiago—Marcos’s nephew, twenty-three years old and smiling like he never asked permission for anything—and the couple made up of Sofía and her husband Esteban, who had a very particular dynamic: she enjoyed everything, and he enjoyed watching other men fuck her. They’d been that way for years. It was their arrangement, and it worked.

Valeria joined the chat group once everyone had coordinated.

—Nervous and thrilled —she wrote—. But no slackers. If you bet, bet seriously. If you win, cash in with flesh.

Marcos posted the rules that same afternoon: elegant dress, suit or evening gown. The bets would not be money but favors. Kisses, caresses, garments removed, quick blowjobs, fingers slipping under the table, dances that began innocent and ended with a hard cock against an ass. Valeria would be the finale: the grand prize of the final auction, available with her legs open to whoever accumulated the most chips over the course of the night.

Santiago sent a meme of a man in a suit dancing. Nicolás wrote: “I remember that make-up class I had with you very well. I’m going to study a lot this week. And fuck you just like that afternoon.” Diego only put: “I’ll set up the bar and the table. Be here at nine.”

***

Valeria chose a red dress with a V-neck and a side slit that reached almost to her hip. Underneath, nothing. No thong, no bra. When she got out of the car in front of the estate, the three men were already at the entrance in their dark suits, and Sofía applauded slowly from the stone steps.

—Birthday girl —said Diego, kissing her on the cheek and leaving his hand on her bare hip for a second too long—. Tonight you’re the queen of the house.

The room smelled of burning wood and something sweet coming from the bar. On the walnut table, colored chips, new cards, and a small roulette wheel Diego had rented for the occasion gleamed. He had thought of everything.

They started with champagne. Glasses clinked between them, nobody made a formal toast, and that was better than any speech.

—Game rules —announced Diego in that deep voice Valeria knew too well from work meetings—. Blackjack, poker, and roulette. Whoever wins the hand chooses one of the two ladies for a favor. Kiss, caress, a garment taken off, fingers, tongue, cock in the mouth… or more, if she agrees. Everything consensual. At the end of the night, auction for Valeria. Whoever has the most chips fucks her however they want. Any questions?

Nobody raised a hand. Nicolás adjusted his pants under the table.

***

The first round was blackjack. Santiago won with eighteen. He looked at Valeria with that smile that made him seem even younger.

—Valeria. Come here. I want you to sit on my lap and give me a long kiss. And let me feel myself hard under your dress.

She went over without hurrying, with that measured walk that she knew made everyone nervous. She straddled him, immediately felt the nephew of Marcos’s erection pushing against her through the slit in her dress, put her hands on his shoulders, and kissed him deeply, tongue and all, biting his lower lip before letting him go. Santiago slid a hand up her thigh, found the bare skin under the fabric, kept going up, and when he discovered she wasn’t wearing anything he groaned into the kiss. He ran two fingers over her pussy lips, already wet, and pulled them out shining. He showed them to the rest of the table before putting them in his mouth. Sofía, from her chair, whispered something into Esteban’s ear and touched him over his pants. Esteban said nothing; he only shifted and kept watching, breathing a little more shallowly.

Second round, roulette. Nicolás won.

—Sofía —he chose—. Take off your dress. Slowly. And then come suck my fingers as if they were something else.

Sofía stood up without hesitation. She put on music with her phone and began lowering the zipper at the back centimeter by centimeter, letting everyone see the fabric give way. When the dress fell to the floor, she was left in black thong and bra. She walked to the professor, knelt between his legs, took two of his fingers, and pushed them into her mouth to the back, her tongue wrapping around them, sucking noisily and staring straight into his eyes. Esteban watched her wide-eyed, with an expression that wasn’t disapproval; it was an old, sustained heat.

Third round. Diego won poker with a pair of aces. He didn’t look at Sofía.

—Valeria. Here. I want you to dance for me… and end up on your knees sucking me off in front of everyone.

Valeria circled the table slowly, brushing against each of their shoulders as she passed. When she got to Diego, she danced with that exact distance that created more tension than any direct contact: hips, a turn, her back to him for a moment before pivoting and sitting in his lap, rubbing her ass over the bulge in his pants until he dug his fingers into her waist. Then, without anyone needing to ask twice, she knelt in front of the director, opened his belt, lowered his zipper, and took out his already rock-hard cock. She held it for a moment in her hand, looking at it the way one looks at something precious, and then she took it into her mouth to the throat. Diego threw his head back. She went up and down with calculated slowness, letting the head brush her palate, pulling it all the way out to run her tongue from base to glans, looking him in the eye as she spat saliva over it and swallowed it again. She stroked his balls with one hand, the other gripping the boss’s thigh. Diego took her by the nape and set the rhythm. She let him use her. When she felt he was close, she slowed, squeezed the base with her fingers, and stopped him just before.

—Not yet, boss —she said, voice a little rough, mouth shining and a thread of saliva on her chin—. The night is long.

Diego clenched his jaw. The whole room held its breath.

Marcos watched from his chair with his glass in hand and an expression that wasn’t jealousy. It was something more like pride. He adjusted the erection under his pants without the least shame.

—Keep going —he said—. The night’s only just begun.

***

The following rounds were faster and looser. Chips changed hands with every game. So did clothes and tongues. Santiago ripped Sofía’s bra off with his teeth after beating Nicolás in a tight poker hand; he sucked her nipples right there on the table while she writhed, holding his head with both hands. Nicolás got his revenge in the next round by asking Valeria to climb onto the edge of the table and spread her legs for him, without lifting her dress too much, just enough to give him access. Valeria did it without losing her composure. The professor pulled his chair closer, ran his hands along the insides of her thighs, leaned in, and ate her pussy in front of everyone for what felt to Valeria like an endless time, licking her clit with a teacher’s patience, sliding his tongue inside her, pulling away to watch it pulse, then burying himself again. She gripped the edge of the table with white knuckles and arched her back when she came for the first time that night, not caring that they saw her trembling.

Diego won a hand and asked Sofía to sit on Valeria’s face while he fucked her from behind with two fingers. Sofía obeyed, spread herself over the birthday girl’s mouth and rode her tongue without hesitation, bracing her hands on the table’s backrest. Esteban clapped once, softly, and brought his glass to his lips.

By midnight, Sofía was in a thong with her breasts bare and a dark wet patch between her legs, and Valeria was only wearing the red dress, wrinkled, hiked up to her waist half the time, with the nonexistent panties still not there underneath. Everyone knew it. Nobody needed to say it.

Diego announced the final auction.

—We count the chips. Whoever has the most gets Valeria in the master bedroom. Thirty minutes. Whatever she wants… or whatever he asks for.

They counted. A tie between Santiago, Nicolás, and Diego.

Marcos smiled from the other end of the table.

—As organizer of tonight, I propose an amendment: the three winners share the prize. Together. I come in at the end.

Valeria looked at each of them one by one, slowly, with the dress hanging halfway off one shoulder. Then she nodded.

—I want that. The three of you at once. I want to leave that bed with three cocks in me.

***

The master bedroom of the estate had a king bed and windows that looked out onto the garden. Moonlight came in slantwise through the glass and made everything seem a little unreal, as if the volume of the world had been turned down and only bodies and breathing were left.

Valeria took off her dress by herself, with her back to the three men, letting them watch it fall completely. She was left naked, her skin reddened by the champagne and by the previous hours, her nipples hard, her pussy shining between her thighs. Then she turned around.

Santiago was the first to step closer. He kissed her on the mouth while grabbing her breasts with both hands, pinching her nipples between index and thumb until he drew a moan from her. Nicolás ran his hands over her shoulders from behind, moved her hair aside, and began licking the nape of her neck and down the line of her spine, kneeling to end by biting her ass cheeks and spreading them with his thumbs to run his tongue between them with no restraint at all. Diego stood for a moment watching, jacket already on the floor and arms crossed, studying her with that boss’s look Valeria hated at work and that in this context made her even wetter. Then he undressed too, unhurriedly, and came closer with his cock standing hard against his stomach.

They pushed her onto the bed. She fell to her knees on the mattress. Santiago stood in front and pressed his cock to her lips; she opened her mouth and he sank in until she gagged, holding her by the nape. Diego took his place beside them, his own cock demanding attention too; Valeria alternated between the two, sucking one while jerking the other with a hand slick with spit, switching every few seconds, her cheeks hollowed and her eyes tearing up. Behind her, Nicolás spread her legs, grabbed her hips, and entered her in one deep thrust that made her moan with the nephew’s cock still in her mouth.

Nicolás’s thrusts matched the rhythm of her mouth going up and down, as if the three of them had agreed without speaking. Each push from behind made her swallow deeper in front. Diego shoved his cock into her mouth when Santiago pulled out, and vice versa; Valeria moved from one to the other with her tongue out, hungry, spitting on them, taking them to the base when the air allowed it.

They switched without words. Nicolás pulled out and lay back on the bed; they lifted her on top of him and she straddled him and drove him to the hilt, her hands braced on the professor’s chest. Santiago positioned himself behind her and pushed her forward to lick her and ready her; after a while he pushed too, slowly, until he sank into her ass. Valeria let out a long moan with her eyes closed when she felt both cocks at once, filling her front and back. Diego stood in front, grabbed her hair, and slid his into her mouth. The three of them moved at the same time, thrusting in sync, and Valeria stopped being a person with a name and became four open holes for them to use.

The changes in position happened without words. Someone took her by the hips, another ran a hand through her hair, she arched her back and the moan she let out wasn’t for anyone in particular and was for everyone at once. She came twice like that, tightening around them, trembling on top of them, never stopping moving her mouth.

Marcos came in when all three had been there for a while already. The four of them made room for him without interrupting anything. He stepped over to Valeria, pushed the sweaty hair off her forehead, and kissed her slowly on the mouth, tasting the three cocks on her tongue.

—Happy birthday —he whispered.

She opened her eyes. They were bright and her lashes were stuck together.

—The best one ever —she whispered back—. Come inside too. I want to leave here full.

Marcos joined in. They took turns. Santiago came first, between Valeria’s tits, leaving white strings that reached her throat. Nicolás came inside her pussy with two final thrusts that folded her over the bed. Diego ejaculated into her open mouth and told her to show him before she swallowed; Valeria obeyed, stuck out her tongue full of cum, and then closed her mouth slowly. Marcos put her on all fours at the end and buried himself in her still-warm ass, gripping her hips, driving slow, deep thrusts until he emptied himself too with a low grunt. Valeria let herself fall face down onto the mattress, semen in her hair, on her back, between her thighs and on the sheets, and smiled with her face pressed into the pillow.

***

Downstairs, Sofía and Esteban had found the big sofa in the lounge. She had stripped completely naked and was on all fours over the cushions, with her husband behind her holding her by the hips and fucking her slowly and deeply while he spoke right into her ear. He was telling her in a low voice how much he had enjoyed seeing her like that, sucking the professor’s fingers, letting herself be stripped on the table, the others staring at her breasts. Sofía moaned, nodding, her mouth open against the backrest. Every so often Esteban would slide two fingers in front and rub her clit at the same time as he thrust, and she would come with a little cry. That had been their dynamic for years: Sofía giving herself to every cock that came along, and Esteban fucking her afterward with a heat built up over time that he couldn’t really explain but didn’t need to explain either.

***

Saturday dawned smelling of freshly brewed coffee and the trace of the night before. Diego’s estate looked different in daylight: larger, calmer, with that garden nobody had really seen properly the night before because everyone had been busy with other things. The pool glinted under the morning sun as if it were unrelated to everything that had happened inside.

They came down at different times, in robes and borrowed T-shirts, with that languor only the morning after a very long night has. Nobody pretended the previous night hadn’t happened; they simply left it there, present but unnecessary to comment on, like a tacit agreement everyone had signed before falling asleep.

Breakfast on the terrace was long. Fruit, bread, eggs, coffee. Someone opened the leftover champagne at eleven because nobody objected. The conversations moved from one thing to another without any fixed destination: Sunday’s match, a movie nobody had seen, the work everyone had pending and none of them wanted to mention too much.

The caresses during breakfast were small and natural: a hand lingering a little too long on a shoulder while passing by, a quick kiss in the hair, Nicolás pouring juice for Sofía with one hand and slipping the other under the borrowed T-shirt to pinch a nipple, with no drama at all, to Esteban’s complicit smile from his chair. Valeria wore a short borrowed silk robe that didn’t hide much; every time she stretched for something it fell open and her breast or the line of her thigh showed all the way up. Nobody asked her to change. Diego, at one point, came up behind her under the pretext of serving coffee and slid his hand inside the robe to stroke her stomach. She kept eating bread as if nothing was happening, leaning just barely into him.

—Pool before lunch? —Santiago proposed at noon, stretching out in his chair with the bulge already obvious under his shorts.

—Pool —Valeria confirmed.

***

The water was warm. The games began as actual games: relays, splashing, Santiago pretending to drown so someone would rescue him. They didn’t last long like that. The dynamic from the day before was too close for anyone to pretend they were only swimming.

Valeria untied the top of the borrowed bikini and let it float away. Sofía imitated the gesture almost immediately, laughing. Diego was the most direct. He positioned himself behind Valeria while she floated on her back and slid his arms under her waist. She didn’t resist. She let him draw her toward him, felt the director’s already-hard cock pressing against her ass under the water, felt his mouth at her neck, and closed her eyes with the sun on her face and the water around her and that strange feeling that the weekend belonged to her in a way that almost no other moment in her life ever did.

—Director —she said softly, moving her hips back to rub against him—. Didn’t you have work to do this weekend?

—I postponed it —he answered against her neck, sliding one hand under the bikini bottom and pushing two fingers in all at once—. Force majeure.

What followed in the pool was less orderly than the previous night but no less intense. Diego yanked off her bikini bottom under the water and fucked her from behind right there, holding her under the thighs, the water slapping around his thrusts. Nicolás swam over and got in front of her; Valeria grabbed his trunks, pulled them down, and took out his cock below the waterline to suck it with her head tilted, alternating mouth and hand. Santiago appeared on the other side and she took his cock in her free hand too, jerking him in the rhythm of Diego’s thrusts from behind. They switched. Nicolás took Diego’s place. Santiago lifted her, brought her to the edge, and spread her legs there to lick her with her knees hanging over the water. Then they put her back in, holding her between the three of them from below, one grabbing her shoulders, another her hips, one behind and one in front. Esteban and Sofía were on the other side of the pool, feet in the water and hands busy: she jerking him slowly, he with two fingers between her legs, both watching with no hurry at all to join the center of it.

Valeria came with warm water around her and several hands on her, with Santiago’s cock in her mouth and Nicolás’s inside her pussy, and the sound of her own moan echoing off the garden walls. The three of them came shortly after; Nicolás inside her, Santiago outside, over her wet breasts rising out of the water, and Diego against her back while he hugged her from behind. Then she stayed floating for a moment with her eyes closed, barely holding herself up, cum mixing with the chlorine around her, while the sun hit her face.

—Good? —Marcos asked from the edge, his phone camera lowered.

—Perfectly good —she said without opening her eyes.

***

Sunday was quieter. People began leaving after lunch. Sofía and Esteban were the first, with long hugs at the door and the vague but sincere promise to do it again before too much time passed. Nicolás left at sunset, after leaving Valeria a kiss on the mouth that lasted longer than a goodbye kiss should and a hand slipped under her dress to touch her one last time.

As he left, Diego told them:

—The estate is available whenever you want. It doesn’t have to be a birthday.

Santiago stayed until night. He helped gather the glasses and plates from the terrace with Marcos and then the three of them sat in the lounge with cold beers, without turning on the television, talking about nothing important for a long while. At some point Valeria gave Santiago a quick blowjob on the sofa, without ceremony, while Marcos watched from the armchair smiling; the nephew came in her mouth with a short moan and stroked her hair gratefully. When Santiago went up to the guest room, Marcos and Valeria were left alone for the first time since Friday.

He looked at her from the far end of the sofa.

—What rating do you give the weekend?

Valeria thought for a moment, turning the glass between her fingers.

—There isn’t a rating high enough.

Marcos stood up, held out his hand, and took her upstairs without saying more. The room smelled of the two of them and of the three days they had spent there. The windows were open and the sound of the garden and the distant noise of the pool still running drifted in.

He undressed her slowly, without urgency, and laid her on her back. He spread her legs and settled between them, looking at her pussy still marked by the three days. He kissed her there first, unhurriedly, running the flat of his tongue over lips already sensitive, sucking her clit with a patience none of the others had had that night. She put a hand on his head and sighed, eyes closed. When he felt her getting wet again, he moved up and slid inside her slowly, propping himself on his elbows to look her in the face while he went in and out. They fucked like that for a long while, in silence, without tricks, looking at each other. She came, tightening her legs around his waist, and he came inside shortly after, collapsing over her body and going still.

They lay down in silence. They did nothing else but stay still side by side, with the sheets halfway up and the moon in the windows.

—Next year —Valeria said at last, eyes closed—, I want it to be bigger.

Marcos let out a low laugh in the dark.

—Noted.